Lin Jiu and his men found the wailing little Daoist:
"What's wrong, young master? You're crying your voice hoarse. Did you have a nightmare or get bitten by a dog?"
"Bitten by a dog? I was bitten by someone... Pfft, I was bitten by my elder brother... Uh, you've led me astray. My elder brother wants us to get to work and torture the hostages Big Brother Zhuang brought back."
The little Daoist said, looking bewildered.
Lin Jiu nodded and said, "Then let's go. We brothers in the Lin family are responsible for interrogations, it's our old profession."
The little Daoist nodded and said, "Then it's settled. Gather all those hostages together so they feel more psychological pressure."
In a short while, Lin Jiu and his team were ready as per Zhang Haoming's request.
The little Daoist looked at the room with over 30 people and couldn't help but bare his teeth:
"Holy crap, when did Big Brother Zhuang get so efficient? Did he just raid the den of these second-generation heirs?"
Lin Jiu scoffed, "You still have the nerve to say that? You and our young master are now the top two second-generation heirs of the human race. If it weren't for you two scions who eat human food but don't do human things, the reputation of our human race would surely improve by a large margin."
The little Daoist, who was about to launch into a long speech, was stunned by Lin Jiu's words:
"Brother Jiu, who the hell said that? It's clearly my sister-in-law and my wife who are the strongest second-generation heirs of the human race. Why are you blaming me and the boss?"
Lin Jiu said with a serious face, "Young Madam and Miss Ya have good reputations. Look at you and the young master, let alone having good reputations, do you even have reputations?"
"Of course, these words weren't said by me, but by his father."
Lin Jiu said, pointing to a skinny young man hugging a heavily made-up effeminate youth.
The little Daoist looked at the two closely for a moment, then turned to Lin Jiu and said:
"This guy, why did he find a wife who looks like a man? But you can't blame him. He looks like he has dementia, so it's good enough that he found a wife."
Lin Jiu looked at the little Daoist in surprise and said:
"Holy crap, young master, when did you go blind? Both of them are men. That one with dementia is the son of the current President, Carlin* Biden."
The little Daoist opened his mouth, looking at Carlin* Biden with surprise and said:
"Holy crap, brother, you're amazing. From now on, don't call him Biden, call him Biden, the player. This is just saying it doesn't matter if you have a son or a daughter."
He then pointed to the effeminate youth in Carlin* Biden's arms and said, "Then who is this child from some important family?"
Lin Jiu took out a folder and flipped through it, saying, "This one, this one is nothing. He was caught together with Carlin* Biden's room by Young Master He."
The little Daoist nodded, grabbed his double-barreled shotgun, and fired directly at the effeminate youth.
Watching the effeminate youth with half his head blown off, the little Daoist waved to the Lin family's death warriors beside him: "Don't waste it, drag him away and feed him to the dogs."
Half of the American second-generation heirs, seeing this brutal little fatty, immediately agreed to cooperate.
Looking at these spineless second-generation heirs, the little Daoist said impatiently:
"You bastards, you're all from big families, can't you have some backbone? I haven't had enough fun yet."
Then he looked at Carlin* Biden and said, "Young Master Biden, are you going to cooperate with me?"
Carlin* Biden looked at the bloodstain on the ground and roared at the little Daoist:
"You dare to kill my beloved! I will make you pay with blood! Your family, your friends will all lose their lives because of you!"
This time, not only the little Daoist was bewildered, but even the Lin family's death warriors were stunned, thinking: Holy crap, this guy is brave. Looks like we're going to get another big job.
The little Daoist said helplessly, "Why do I look at you and think you're an idiot? Don't you see the situation? You dare to threaten me. The last idiot who threatened me like that is now so dead that grass can be woven from his grave to make mats."
Lin Jiu flattered him, "Young master, don't worry. That Prince De of Fusang, we scattered his ashes in the sea, didn't even leave him a grave."
The little Daoist shook his head and sighed, "Ah, what a waste. It would be good to grow grass, wouldn't it? That's much more potent than manure."
Then he said to the death warriors beside him, "Brothers, don't stand around. Let's give our Young Master Biden some of the 'Four Treasures of the Study.' Remember to record a video."
The "Four Treasures of the Study" here are not the real Four Treasures of the Study.
In interrogations and torture, the Four Treasures of the Study are also brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.
The brush here refers to an iron brush, i.e., a branding iron, which is heated red-hot and used to draw and write on the body of the tortured.
It's like Captain Awei changing the character for "bad" to "lustful."
Ink is divided into three types: washing the body with boiling water, dousing the head with ice water, and pouring chili water directly into the nostrils.
The paper is definitely fine Xuan paper. Of course, if there's no Xuan paper, toilet paper will do.
Toilet paper soaked in cold water is placed on the face of the tortured, layer after layer, until a mask that fits your appearance is made.
You will bid farewell to this world with a horrified expression.
The inkstone, the material for real inkstones is stone. Later, inkstones were made from ancient city wall bricks, called brick inkstones.
Therefore, the inkstone used in interrogations is a brick. The brick here is not used to hit people.
Instead, the victim is tied to a tiger bench, and bricks are used to raise the height, increasing the victim's pain.
Or the victim is tied to a board, and bricks are placed on their chest. The more bricks are piled on, the faster and more painfully the victim dies. Sudan Novel Network
Carlin* Biden was directly taken aside by death warriors with grinning faces.
As soon as the red-hot branding iron was brought out, Young Master Biden cried out loudly and agreed.
Not only did he cooperate with the little Daoist's next actions, but he even revealed how many mistresses his father had outside.
Seeing that this Young Master Biden had surrendered, the other American second-generation heirs no longer resisted.
They could see that the people in front of them were like uncaged beasts.
No matter what your identity, they would beat you to death.
Especially this new little fatty, he's even more inhuman. What kind of rotten ideas does he come up with?
The only ones left in the entire scene were the two sons of the ultimate necromancer Baines* Johnson, Kaka* Johnson and Kaka* Johnson.
And the two daughters of the Minister of Finance, Rost, Jeria and Tiffany, these four did not agree to cooperate.